A cloudless world

There was a time when there were clouds in the sky,

white daydreamer clouds

that walked slowly through an endless  road,

unpolluted, white clouds

that amused the child,

that excited the young,

that entranced the man.

There are no clouds up there anymore.

The heavenly orb is infinite and relentless.

Everything is ruled down here by that wide extent

There is no shelter, no solace, no dream.

All around is cruelty beneath the eternal blue.